You look in the mirror and nobody is there, life didn't pass like a flash because there was never a life but a wish, and the dream of Shangri-la was wakened by the Siren's songs of Utopia...
Oblivion, who said that man wasn't an island?

Oblivion…

…the state of being disregarded or forgotten
after one has touched the philosophical stone
not learning nothing new or remembering old,
it was an inconsequential touch to a wishbone
that suddenly was there for no other reason
than for your miserable little life to disown.

…the state of being disregarded or forgotten
after setting the world afire and ashes left alone,
with no hope of a Phoenix bird ever to raise
and coming winter to be flying south to home,
where no twigs will be found to made a nest
and where the sun bleaches the losers bones.

…the state of being disregarded or forgotten
after kneeling in an empty church with a groan,
remembering a soldier left in no man’s land
asking for help in a forest made of tombstones,
Purple Hearts for limbs left behind and souls
scarred by the silence answering so many moans.

…the state of being disregarded or forgotten
after giving all, open heart no conditions done,
ashes that the wind will take on invisible wings
as a sarcastic laugh from liar's love it will come,
nobody will remember, cos…nobody ever knew
you existed, let alone be aware that you were born.